The fake daughter lives in a haunted house, begging for mercy

The red flag fluttered in the distance, and the vision gradually blurred. Shi Ling was trapped in the void and could only watch everything happen.

There were no bullets in Zhao Xingbang's gun, so she asked Xi Jin for help. Xi Jin didn't know which modern history museum he got old bullets from. This bullet saved the company commander's life, but in the end it failed to prevent his death.

Like a stone thrown into the long river of history, it cannot make any waves.

In the blink of an eye, the smoke-filled battlefield disappeared in front of her, and she was standing in an old-fashioned steam train carriage.

In the carriage, there are scholars wearing glasses reading newspapers, guards in military uniforms, showgirls with graceful postures, modern girls who have returned from studying abroad... The world is blurred, and all living things are in various forms.

The train passed quickly over the devastated Pingwu, as if it had traveled through the wilderness of time.

Shi Ling was walking in the train aisle, and the people in the carriage seemed to pretend she didn't exist and were still doing the same things. They didn't feel surprised or strange at all by her sudden appearance.

She felt as if she was outside of time at this moment, incompatible with everything in the world, yet closely related to it.

"How are we going to go back? We don't teach black and white and impermanence."

Shi Ling muttered to herself and walked forward without hesitation. Suddenly, after walking to the next carriage, she looked at the passengers in the carriage and the desert outside the window, and a strange sense of familiarity suddenly filled her heart.

Shi Ling glanced across the carriage, and when he saw the cheongsam woman by the window, he suddenly caught the flash of inspiration just now.

That woman...

She was wearing a warm white cheongsam embroidered with strange patterns. The patterns were like ancient charms, faintly glowing with light gold in the sunlight. Her long hair was half-twisted by a silver crescent moon tassel hairpin, and the green silk hair fell behind her and draped over her shoulders. Elegant and impeccable.

She turned her back to Shi Ling and stared out of the car window for a long time. She was obviously sitting in a car with people coming and going, but she seemed to be sitting alone on a vast tower, looking at the unstoppable helplessness in the world with indifference and compassion.

Shi Ling remembered!

This is the painting Li Zhongning gave her!

This scene is exactly the same as the scene in that painting!

Who is Li Zhining, and why can she foresee all this happening?

Just when Shi Ling was in shock and doubt, the girl sitting by the window looked back at her with feeling.

In an instant, the desolate wilderness outside the train burst into flames and disappeared into ashes, while everything in the carriage was as still as a picture scroll.

In this static wasteland of time, she and she suddenly looked at each other a few steps away and hundreds of years apart.

At this moment, both of them were suddenly stunned.

Shi Ling looked at the person sitting by the window in disbelief. The independent girl in cheongsam actually had the same face. If it weren't for the different clothes, Shi Ling would have thought she was looking in the mirror!

Moreover, this girl is different from the others in the carriage, she can see her!

Shi Ling originally wanted to shout "Fuck", but could not say it to the elegant girl with impeccable temperament. At this moment, her mind was confused and a little dizzy, but her eyes were full of curiosity: "Are you? Who? Why do we look the same?"

The cheongsam girl just paused in her eyes, as if she had an epiphany. She looked at her and smiled, "Shi Ling."

She has the same timbre as her, but is very gentle, like the mother of thousands of creatures on the earth.

Her voice was gentle and ethereal, making Shi Ling confused for a moment whether she was answering her or calling her name.

Shi Ling's eyes were full of inquiry: "Do you know me?"

The girl in the cheongsam smiled and nodded lightly. The next moment, the distance between them was suddenly shortened, and she was standing directly in front of the girl.

Shi Ling looked at the girl close at hand, and an indescribable emotion stirred in her heart. For a long time, she held back a sentence: "You are so beautiful."

The cheongsam girl was slightly startled and couldn't help laughing.

Shi Ling hurriedly explained: "I'm really not narcissistic. You are really beautiful. I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you."

The cheongsam girl covered her mouth and smiled: "Then look in the mirror more often."

Shi Ling was a little depressed, feeling that he had explained everything in vain. The girl in the cheongsam suddenly waved to her, signaling Shi Ling to lower her head.

For some reason, normal people would be more frightened when meeting someone with the same appearance as themselves, but Shi Ling looked at this woman with more kindness, as if no matter who in the world, she could never hurt her. There was a strange sense of fate that told her that she could always trust the person in front of her.

Shi Ling followed the instructions with some doubts.

The girl reached out and touched her head, leaned close to her ear, and winked at her with a playful agility that was different from her reserved and elegant appearance, "I like you very much."

At this moment, the god is also a girl.

Shi Ling felt a slight warmth on the top of her hair, as if there was a warm current flowing into her body from her Tianling Cap. It was gentle without any ripples, and there was no rejection reaction at all.

Shi Ling had many doubts in her heart, but just when she was about to ask, she quickly separated from everything around her, and the picture-scroll-like scene disappeared before her eyes as if it had been burned by fire.

She could vaguely hear the girl's gentle and ethereal voice.

It's like a god talking nonsense.

She said: "Shi Ling, goodbye."

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The lights flickered and swayed again, and the still street seemed to return to its previous flow of traffic after only a moment.

Shi Ling looked at the familiar city streets, and Zhao Xingbang was no longer in front of his eyes.

Everything that happened before, whether it was Zhao Xingbang, the irreversible battlefield, or the cheongsam girl with the same appearance as her on the train, was like a dream.

Suddenly, she felt a hot gaze staring at her.

She raised her eyes and saw a girl wearing a black Lolita skirt on the high-rise commercial building opposite, her chin exposed under the wide brim of her hat raised slightly at her.

Shi Ling frowned, "Xiba."

When Xi La, who was about to leave, heard this, he staggered and glared at her through the black gauze hat as if it were real.

Her voice passed through the noisy streets and reached her ears: "I, yes, xi, la!"

It's quite a bit gnashing of teeth.

As Xila's black figure disappeared, Uncle Yama, who was wearing a Meituan rider uniform on the roadside, also turned his motorcycle and rejoined the delivery team.

When he passed by Shi Ling, he felt Shi Ling's eyes fall on him for a moment. He was so shocked that cold sweat broke out on his back, and he subconsciously sped away.

"Shi Ling, why are you here?"

A car parked nearby, and the passenger window was rolled down, revealing Qin Niao's bright face.

Shi Ling was a little surprised, "Niao Niao? Are you looking for me?"

"Get in the car quickly. After I came out of the Jing family villa, I remembered that Senior Zhao Xingbang was in the hospital for the New Year. I wanted to go with you to pay him New Year greetings, but I didn't get in touch with you. Instead, I heard from Xi Jin that you were bringing Senior Left. Where is senior?" Qin Niao got out of the car and took Shi Ling's arm to sit in the back row, asking with some confusion.

Shi Ling: "He's back."

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Guess Shi Ling’s identity (in the myth system) and who Xila is (the identity around Shi Ling)~